I’m roughly six-feet six-inches, or about 198 centimeters, tall. Every once in a while I wonder how tall I am in terms of other, non-established, units of measure. For example, I’m 20 Twinkies tall, which would add up to 1,980 calories, 86 grams of fat, and 1,800 milligrams of sodium.

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In mid-May I was called for jury duty for the third time in my life. This time, it was at 111 Centre Street, which looks like a normal office building with extra security. I showed up half an hour early, and had to wait 10-15 minutes to get through security before being able to head up to the jury room. Once in the jury room, we had to watch an orientation video that seemed to be produced in the early 90s but had contemporary information, and submit some forms including parts of our jury summonses. We were told the rules, and then the fun started.

(I’m going to change specific details of the trial I was on)

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I never remember feeling tired by work, though idleness exhausts me completely.

— Sherlock Holmes

In 2014 I watched over 200 movies, coming close to doubling my yearly average. I blamed that on the fact that there wasn’t much to watch on TV. In 2015, I watched 112 movies, which is one off from the yearly average. I attribute the sudden decline from the prior year to the fact that I did, in fact, watch a lot more television, especially shows that had been recommended to me after having been on for a few seasons, like Vikings, Death in Paradise, Shetland, DCI Banks, etc., and watching all of the seasons of The X-Files in anticipation of the 10th season. Additionally, I did not commit myself to watching all of the movies in a series like James Bond or Aliens/Predators, etc. (I say that as I’m just finishing up watching all of the Harry Potter movies).

I think the standout new movie from 2015 was Ex Machina.

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When I saw that someone had made a candle that looked like Toht melting from Raiders of the Lost Ark, I had to get one! And of course, I had to make a timelapse video of it melting…

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My thoughts on the newest Star Wars movie (with spoilers up the wazoo).

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The above cartoon was published on page 73 of the November 9, 2015 issue of The New Yorker and was drawn by Danny Shanahan.

I’m not sure what’s going on over at that once fine publication, but clearly their fact-checking department is failing them.

Everyone knows that Bruce Wayne, along with his mother, Martha, and father, Thomas, were walking through an alley after attending a showing of Mark of Zorro when they were accosted by a thief who attempted to rob them. While it’s unclear if Martha was shot or had a heart attack when Thomas was shot, one thing is clear: she died as a result of the robbery. Bruce, heartbroken, decided that he would wage war on criminals; he trained extensively in martial arts, mastered detective skills, and adopted the persona of a bat to prey on the fears of criminals.

How could they get it so wrong?

Also, Bruce Wayne doesn’t have a sister.